Itachi didn't glance up from his food, but something that might have been amusement crossed his face. Being a cop... There were so many cliche things he could say to that simple question.
'Crime never sleeps,' was, he could remember, a favorite of crime fighting comic book characters.
Except he couldn't see himself proclaiming that-not without something sharp or full of bullets pointed at him. Itachi did fight crime-bad crime, as he saw it: Rapists, murderers, abusers, molestors, sometimes thieves (if they struck him in a way he didn't like)-that was bad crime.
But he was involved with men who committed other crimes-crimes he overlooked and sometimes took part in.
All for the greater good of...what? The Uchiha? Himself? Sasuke?
All of it.
Now he did look up, still holding that amusement on his face but it had turned darker, almost snarky. "Only as busy as it should be." He took his own glass of wine, swished it once to watch it swirl, and took a long sip. Was Neji trying to make conversation? Did he want to talk?
Itachi supposed he would-if it was what his guest wanted. But he was going to steer clear of Neji's 'work.'